Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.